Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant Novels & Stories

Mind you my legs was fully exposed. "We just had a few business insights we needed to go over before I leave, and I thought it would be a good idea for us all to have dinner together tonight," my father explained, his tone gentle but firm. "Why, Dad, why?" This felt like déjà vu, reminiscent of the reasons why Mom had left, and my father's actions seemed to be proving her right. I had yearned to spend more time with Dad, but the prospect of spending time with my billionaire, incredibly handsome crush wasn't exactly a hardship either.

One word was whispered to my mind and I was afraid that if I did speak: I was only going to beg. That word was please. Please- daddy. If those words tumbled past my lips, he was not going to let me go, I am certain he was going to bend me over the counter and take me right in this kitchen with my mother only feet away…. No doubt he would claim my untouched p***y, he was already hard for… me. Oh god! The Devil is my father. This is so wrong.

“I would rather die than let a piece of shit like you touch me. My father will rip your spine out through your throat for this.” Alexei leaned down until his scarred face was inches from mine. “Your father is already tearing the city apart looking for you. By the time he realizes where you are, you’ll be on my private island, dripping with my cum and calling me Daddy while he loses everything.” The word Daddy hit me like a slap. I hated how it made my pussy clench hard. I’d had shameful, secret fantasies for years—dangerous men, forbidden power, being taken and claimed. But never in a million years would I admit it to this monster.

This man can be her subject tonight for her experiment. Maybe he is better than the candy daddy and he can be her new daddy. Can she call him whiskey daddy? Maybe?? Inner world cringe. Maybe she is drunk at all. Candace moans and grinds harder onto his length as he squeezes her soft breast. He keeps humming against their kiss and it makes her wet more. As if they are all alone on that dance floor, their bodies press onto each other more with every second. The position gets harder for Candace to keep kissing as her back pressed onto his front, but she doesn't care. She turns her head to her right as much as she can and takes what she can take.

Lona purred, her voice thick with a fake, spoiled sweetness. Bella looked up and beamed. "It’s okay, sweetie. Come sit. Your Daddy looks like he’s starving." Lona pulled out the chair directly across from Revan. She sat down and immediately crossed her legs, letting the slit of her dress fall away to reveal the smooth, tight skin of her thigh. She watched Revan as he calmly sliced into his steak. "So, Daddy... how’s Mom’s cooking?" Lona asked, leaning her chin on her hand, her eyes locked onto Revan’s lips.

Dane’s POV I don't even fuck little girls, I've never been attracted, so tell me where this unhealthy obsession is coming from. It scares me too. Daniel will kill me, but I have to pin his little princess down, fuck that sassy mouth out of her and make her a good girl for me. I have to expel all this sudden sexual frustration deep inside her. It's a sickening need at this point. But most importantly, I want her to call me Daddy, not him. The fantasy is beyond me. I'm so jealous of him. I want her to ask me for anything, not him. I want to get her anything she wants, not him.

I made sure to tell Daddy about making up with Jessica, and by the time I was done, he was smiling widely at me. “I’m so happy to hear that you’re friends with Jessica again. Maybe next weekend we can invite her and her parents over. We can play games. Maybe go swimming. What do you think?” he asked. “I’d like that.” “Me too!” After the salon, we went to a really fancy restaurant that had the weirdest walls I had ever seen. The tablecloths looked like a checker game board and the waiter immediately brought us the most delicious breadsticks. Daddy ordered me spaghetti with meatballs while he and Mommy got something called carbonara. As soon as the waiter walked away, Daddy took both mine and

Chapter 27 - Stella dreams of two cocks Stella's POV "Daddy, master, shoot your cum inside your dirty girl. I've been bad, fuck my ass and pussy till I can't think, punish me," I scream, as the two monsters plunge their rods in my pussy and ass simultaneously. No mercy. But that's how I like it. "I love it when you take me roughly like that. Make me forget my name, make me cum all my juices and squeeze your pleasure rods for you. I'm your cum dump, use me."

Their hands roamed over breasts and thighs, tasting and touching under Daddy’s watchful eyes. Daniel pulled them both against his chest, their bodies spent and glowing. “You’re becoming perfect for me,” he murmured. “My sweet girls.” They knew the cravings were only getting stronger. Mother and daughter had never felt so close, so dirty, and so completely owned. They couldn’t wait for what Daddy would do to them next.

“So sweet. Missed this perfect pussy.” He sucked gently, then harder, tongue spearing inside me while his thumb worked tight circles. I threaded fingers through his hair, grinding shamelessly against his face. If Mom unzips the tent right now—if she sees her husband on his knees devouring her daughter’s pussy like it’s his last meal—everything shatters. The thought should have terrified me into stopping. Instead, the danger sharpened every sensation, made the pleasure almost unbearable. Daddy… please,” I whimpered, struggling to keep my voice down. “I’m close…”